Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 331 - 164: Wayne from the Inverted World (Thanks to ’Tun Tian Xie Mo Di’ for the alliance reward)
Chapter 331: Chapter 164: Wayne from the Inverted World (Thanks to ’Tun Tian Xie Mo Di’ for the alliance reward) ƒгeewёbnovel.com
How could the Death Knight be here?
Wayne cursed in his heart, damn Headless Knight, breaking the code of honor. They had an agreement that as long as he stayed away from Paris, the Knight wouldn’t actively seek to steal Shadowmare.
This is Lucerne City, not part of Frank, and far from Paris!
A disgrace, lacking Knightly spirit!
"Boss, this aura of death..."
Mona’s face was pale, her eyes revealing shock and disbelief. She closed her eyes tightly, and only after changing into her Nun Battle Suit did her complexion improve somewhat.
With the Headless Knight yet to appear, the overwhelming oppressive feeling was enough to make Mona tremble with fear, so nervous that she couldn’t breathe. If it weren’t for two successive enhancements, she might not even have the courage to face death head-on.
The surging Death Essence spilled out, gray mist like tendrils spreading from the end of the corridor, crawling along the floor, walls, and ceiling.
The wall lamps flickered erratically, affected by the Death Essence, and the carpet decayed at a visible rate, while the walls and ceiling flaked away to ash, drifting down like bone dust.
Ding!
The elevator arrived.
"Forget about the elevator, he’s coming for me," Wayne instructed, turning to head straight for the suite they were staying in.
Using the elevator now would only draw more people into the vortex of death, an outcome he didn’t want to see. He kicked the door off its hinges and headed straight for the windows at the end of the living room.
Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars sparse.
The night in Lucerne City was nowhere near as bustling as in Lundan, with few vehicles and pedestrians on the streets. If he could lure the Death Knight to a deserted area...
No, to the Holy Mother Cathedral.
Wayne prayed Archibald hadn’t yet returned to the Papal State, given his formidable demeanor. As an aide to the Pope, he would certainly be able to summon angels.
Together, they might be able to defeat the Headless Knight.
Whoosh!
Wayne broke through the living room glass only to be greeted not by the acceleration of a free fall, but by another suite’s living room.
The moment he broke the window, his view shifted dramatically; the moonlit, starry sky vanished in an instant, giving the impression of time travel as he moved from one living room to another.
The suitcases in the corner and the faint scent of perfume in the air all confirmed that it was the presidential suite he and Mona were occupying.
Mona, closely following Wayne, realized they were in an exact replica of the living room and felt as if they hadn’t smashed through glass but had stepped through a mirror into an Inverted World.
"Boss, it’s a Magic Array."
"I know, find the space seam, and let’s break out," Wayne ordered, eyes narrowed, quickly moving through the living room and stepping into the hallway. He infused Magic Power into his eyes, enhancing his Super Vision to locate the weak points in the spatial dimensions.
He had entered a similar Spatial Barrier before in Lundan, ambushed by an unidentified group of Mages, and his experience navigating such challenges told him that the larger the coverage of a Spatial Barrier, the more obvious the flaws in its details.
Where two spaces merge, there must be a seam!
Wayne quickly reached the end of the hallway but found no weakness in space.
He eyed the door in front of him, shattered it with a punch, and stood next to Mona in front of the living room window.
Seeing Wayne’s grave expression, Mona moved to protect him, punching the glass to send shards flying in all directions.
The night sky outside disappeared, replaced by yet another living room in front of them.
"Such an exaggerated barrier, could it extend endlessly..." Wayne wiped the cold sweat from his brow, facing a barrier far more formidable than the ones he had encountered before.
Mona waved her hand in mid-air drawing a pentagram. A white Magic Array spun suspended in the air, the Holy Light converging into a beam shaped like a long spear, piercing through the suite’s door, rushing across the carpeted hallway, and blasting through the door at the end.
Glass shattered.
Living room, hallway, living room, glass, living room...
Until the Holy Light ran out, they could not determine the end of the barrier.
"Boss, there’s no way forward," Mona said gravely. She had never seen such a terrifying barrier, let alone one without an end.
"Then let’s fight!" Wayne turned, facing the end of the hallway. The Headless Knight had prepared such grandeur only to eliminate him as a threat.
So be it, today they would fight a real battle, deciding once and for all who would claim Yuliya.
A fine steed belongs only to the worthy!
Wayne slipped his hand into his shirt seam, drawing out the Heaven Holy Spear and entering a semi-released state.
The Knight’s Spear, two meters long with an appearance both magnificent and solemn, was pure white with smooth lines, adorned with gold colored script and textures that glowed with Holy Light.
The script was Golden Rule Holy Words, which could elevate Holy Light to Holy Flame, saving Magic Power and thought while granting the wielder more powerful destructive force.
If you wanted strength, it had strength, if you wanted looks it had looks; Heaven knew how to reap profits.
Unfortunately, the Holy Spear wasn’t suited for combat in confined spaces, even in a semi-released form, two meters was simply too long.
Wayne didn’t have much of a choice, he would have liked to use Shadowmare but the despicable, shameless Headless Knight had taken the sword first, so he could neither summon it nor use it.
The restrictive space also greatly bound Mona, the Stigmata on the back of her hand radiating intense light as white Angelic Wings unfolded behind her.
Wayne glanced over and had to admit, gold eyes plus white wings made Mona’s profile appear far more angelic and solemn than his own.
Especially those wings, perfect handles—if he were to launch an attack from behind...
Tch, what a time to be thinking about looks, was he out of his mind!
Wayne felt a surge of irritation, blaming the Pope for the gifts that made him obsessed with unlocking new outfits like completing levels in a game, unwittingly becoming addicted to changing outfits.
Damn it, why not install an anti-addiction system!
The two prepared for battle, and at the end of the hallway, a massive figure in black armor emerged, wielding a sword.
